The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 435 Ch.434 Rookie

At midnight.

Dust and mist descended from the slate gray sky, connecting the hazy mines in the distance.

The tavern experienced a day of silence and no more revelers were welcomed.

Peggy locked the door and remained as silent as a tavern all day long, sitting where old Moore once sat, waving the rat-skin rag on the counter.

Her eyes were unfocused, looking down from the messy wooden table to the earth and the bones beneath it.

The chirping sound in her arms made it difficult for her to breathe, as if there were invisible masses of flames around her that were sawing at her body like a meat cleaver.

But she was neither angry nor afraid.

It was as if a drop of blood thickened by hundreds of thousands fell into the blanket.

The blanket was covering her face now, causing her to inhale blood and exhale ferocity.

The wooden table was twisted.

There was no one else in the pub.

Roland held the xylophone and played a quiet tune lazily. Rose and Kingsley sat across from each other, playing a game of chess that ended in failure.

Paige fisted the rag.

Some decisions caused her eyes to change color.

She walked around the counter, quietly came to the table for three, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"I hope you can help me."

Paige was not polite, even rude.

"Mr. Dawson, the animosity between you and my brother is irreversible. Miss Shelley, you said you were insulted today - Streeter should not have treated a lady of good family and high moral character in this way."

She swept her hair from her forehead.

"Of course I know that this unreasonable help is not in line with our friendship." Peggy said: "So I can promise that when I become the master of the Street family, I will open the treasure house to you——"

"Wealth, or wonders, mysteries, knowledge."

"If you need..."

Rose smiled like a victorious fox: "Oh, a lot of people will die."

"If I don't do anything, more and more people will die." Peggy looked at Rose steadily, as if there were knives hidden in her eyes, "Old Moore is dead, who will be next? Everything I have known once. The people who live with me..."

"Every one of them will die from Henry Street's greed."

"He doesn't deserve this surname, and he doesn't deserve the people on this land."

Kingsley raised his hand: "Miss Street, I need to make it clear to you first - I will not participate in a rebellion. Even if this is your family matter, it will still damage my reputation..."

Peggy shook her head: "I will hide your names. Please believe me and my cowardice. If your names appear in the newspaper, mine will too, right?"

Rose played with the chess pieces in her hands.

"Tell me what you want us to do for you."

"The Hound that Killed Henry Street."

As far as Peggy knows, there are two ritualists surrounding Henry Street——

"My brother is also a ritualist, but he is only a part of it." Peggy said: "If you want to overthrow him, you must first remove these two 'roadblocks'."

she told them.

The two ritualists in the manor, one is a third-circle person and the other is a second-level person, are both on the path of "Meditator".

"Do you know the "Meditator"? "

Rose rolled her eyes: "We're not from the country."

Charles Croy once showed Roland the power of the "Meditator" path - as the ring rises, the body of the ritualist gradually decays, and at the same time, the spirit continues to rise upwards.

Their bodies are fragile, but they can manipulate time to a certain extent and reproduce memories.

It can be said that the higher the level, the more difficult it is to deal with.

"Second and third rings." Roland pondered: "Thinkers who have not reached the high ring are fearfully assassinated - is this what you want to say? "

"That's right." Peggy nodded: "I know they won't be around Henry Street all day. Mr. Dawson, we have to wait for the opportunity, and then..."

Just let the two ritualists exit...

"Starting tomorrow, I will have Kohler spread the word. Soon all the miners will know what they are going to do - I will keep an eye on the two ceremonial men. At the end of each month, they will go to the church wing that is being built. Say a prayer, and then one of them will ride to the nearby town for inspection.”

"That's our chance..."

End of month.

There are only a few days left.

"Deal?"

After Peggy finished speaking, she looked at three people respectively.

"Help me seize real power. In return, you will gain the friendship of the Street family, and the family treasure trove will also be opened to the three of you..."

Kingsley lowered his eyes: "I am not a ritualist, and I don't care about worldly wealth. Miss Street, I want to ask, why are you doing this?"

This statement surprised Paige.

Kingsley must have heard and seen it all these days.

He now asks ‘why’?

"Of course I know the 'why'." Kingsley twitched his lips, "Just reminding you, Miss Street. When everything is settled, don't forget the 'why'."

Paige was silent for a moment.

"Of course. Mr. Kingsley. I'll never forget it."

…………

…

The girl's screams quickly died away.

About twenty minutes.

Ignoring the girl who was losing her breath on the bed, the two ritualists walked out of the bedroom barefoot and wrapped in blankets.

living room.

William, who couldn't help but rub his hands, was sitting uneasily on the sofa like an over-nourished, fat old dog.

"Oh, Mr. William." The older ritualist shook out his nightgown, wrapped the blanket tightly, walked around the sofa, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You must have been waiting for a long time."

"I didn't wait..." William rolled his eyes, as if he thought of something, and immediately changed his words: "I have waited too long! Two... adults? Are you satisfied?"

The younger ones didn't like to talk to this flattering mortal. They turned their backs on each other and looked up to admire the paintings in the living room.

This is William's home.

"Not bad, but I hope you can make them a little cleaner next time."

William sneered: "Time is running out...this is a pretty good product, sir..."

When he saw the ritual performer turning his head, he was not embarrassed. He stood up and went to the wine cabinet and said in a flattering manner: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, should you and your friends go to perform weekly worship..."

"Not going tomorrow."

The ritualist puts down his glass.

"We will follow you tomorrow." He glanced at William with disgust: "How can you not be able to handle this little thing? If it wasn't your fault, we wouldn't have to go to that place where low-class people gather to smell the smell. ”

The young ritualist, who was admiring the oil painting with his back to them, also snorted heavily.

William scratched his head.

"Sir..." He picked up the wine bottle with a smile and filled him with another glass. "Do you still have a letter like that...?"

Rubbed his fingers.

""Fire Sculpture"? "The older ritualist smiled with wrinkles at the end of his eyes: "You don't think that you can have such terrifying power by spending a little money, do you? "

"The Grand Ceremony, do you think that anyone can master the Grand Ceremony - ha, I'm afraid you don't even know what the Grand Ceremony is. Why should I try to talk to a beast..."

He shook his head: "Do what you should do, mortal, and don't pry, and don't be greedy for things you shouldn't covet."

He watched William screw on the bottle cap, pick up the wide-mouthed glass, shake it, and drink from it.

But this time.

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a shadow falling on his face.

That's...

A bright and cold glove.

Click——

It shattered the glass, causing all the flying fragments to pierce his face: before the surging "secret" could condense into a life-saving force, the second punch arrived in front of him.

The spiked metal glove smashed his facial bones.

Some penetrate the mouth, and some penetrate the eyeballs and enter the brain with vibration.

The ritualist could only let out a short "ah"——

Then, the whole body was lifted up and smashed towards his accomplice: the young ritualist who was admiring the painting from behind.

——In less than two seconds.

It was just long enough for him to turn around and change his expression from indifferent to horrified.

The young ritualist staggered after being hit, and touched his waist in horror - due to the 'release' just now, he could only touch a handful of leg hair.

In addition, there is the lingering death that sticks to the palm of my hand.

He yelled. He had never been in such a situation and didn't know how to deal with it - he was hit in the lower abdomen by a fist that was like a cannonball.

A bright red sticky line stretched between the iron fist and the belly.

Then the arms, the chin.

He was like a doll in the hands of a bad girl, whose arms were broken from the shoulder joints, and her head was ripped off due to her curiosity.

His bones were cracking, but the pain was getting less and less...

Click.

His neck was broken and he fell convulsing in front of another corpse.

The room became quiet.

Twenty seconds.

William whistled, leaning over to wipe his gloves clean on their clothes, lifting his heels lightly.

Click, click.

Their neck bones were crushed in turn.

The whistle is brisk.

Mr. Fat is also brisk.

He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet, poured half a bottle of whiskey into a small glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I like rookies."

He looked back at the body, smiled, opened the door and left.

There was no one at the door, but there were many guards from the Street family standing in the distance.

Eyes focused on him.

"...Oh, you two adults...are really too busy." The fat gentleman rubbed his hands, came to talk to him, smiled and handed out a good cigarette: "You will probably be busy all night..."

The guard looked left and right and took the cigarette.

"Then tomorrow..."

"I'll take care of it tomorrow." William raised his eyebrows: "Is it possible that you want to disturb the fun of these two adults?" He winked at the house behind him and made gestures with his fat hands on his neck.

"That's someone who can kill people with magic..."

The guard shrank his neck and whispered: "...Mr. William, the girl you found today is so beautiful."

William knew what he meant, rolled his eyes, and smiled even more: "It depends on the result tomorrow, my friend." He patted the leading guard on the shoulder, stepped on his toes, and whispered in his ear:

"Lord Street has said it, let the whole town know."

he said.

"If it happens, not only will I be happy, but won't you be happy too?"

The guard used his lit match to light the cigarette.

Meimei took a sip.

"Keep it on us, sir."

"I'll let those mine rats know who's in charge of this land."

William was extremely satisfied and wished each other the best tomorrow...

have fun.

Miss.